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killians-dimples:

Emma appreciating
the little things with Killian. I listened to that new John Legend song on
repeat, whoops. 

I don’t know who’s
gonna kiss you when I’m gone
So I’m gonna love
you now, like it’s all I have
I know it’ll kill
me when it’s over
I don’t wanna think
about it, I want you to love me now 

There’s a spot just above his hip – a smattering of
freckles that she likes to trace her fingers over when she’s curled around him
in their bed. She imagines she can feel them worked into his skin, little
pinpricks beneath the pads of her fingers, her magic curling in her palms as
she moves her hand back and forth above him. He laughs when she does it – a soft
huff through his nose more than anything – contented smile curling the corners
of his mouth as he peers down at her in delight. 

But when she moves to trace them with her tongue, nosing
at the soft skin of her hip as she slides down – he doesn’t laugh then. 

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tennant-the-tigger:

Tiny Hook’s Adventures: Part 4

New series! What if Killian drank the ‘drink me ‘ bottle from Alice in wonderland? This is the adventure of Mini Killian Jones and his life changing experience as the rest of the crew search for the antidote.

PART 1 / CAR RIDE / PART 2 / 

PART 3 / SHOTS

It’s film shooting season for me, so i’m a tad bit busy over the next 2 months, But this will be updated weekly, every Sunday till Once returns, so stay tuned!

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If you have time for this prompt! No worries if you don’t I know your busy! But a vibrating anal plug for Hook + public place?? Dom Emma? Maybe out to diner with her parents :) *blushing* haha thanks!

initiala:

I’ve been working on this for like a month. Hopefully it came out good. A bit of kink to get you through the next few days!

She stepped in close, smiling at his reflection in the mirror as he brushed his teeth while wearing nothing more than his dark-wash jeans slung low on his hips. Her eyes followed dark trail of hair on his stomach to where it disappeared under the waistband towards her favorite treat and smiled as the undone buckle of his belt clinked against the granite countertop. She reached up and ran her nails in light, nonsensical patterns along his back, not quite tickling but not quite trying to push the moment into something more sultry.

Not yet, anyway.

“I have a proposal,” she murmured in his ear, watching his face in the mirror as he tried to puzzle out what exactly it was she had in mind.

He spat, rinsed his mouth and toothbrush, and asked, “Aye? And what might that be?”

She loved the way his eyes darkened as she explained what she wanted, what she hoped he’d enjoy just as much as she did. She loved the roughness in his kiss when he agreed, the speed at which he shed his jeans and boxers, and the way he practically dragged her back into the bedroom. She loved the way she scooped her up and scooped her on the bed, grinning at her laughter as he climbed up next to her and sprawled out on his stomach. And she especially loved how much he trusted her, to let her play with him like this.

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